Prayers for the Tour - Thursday
Lament for the Lost Ones
O Merciful God, we are lost.
We have lost our babies…
to the maw of addiction and overdose
to the chasm of depression and suicide
to the tyranny of autism; learning disabled
to self-absorption, disobedience, insurgency, and apostasy
Our children stumble, without direction or hope, in hostile terrain.
Our families flail against disintegration
Dads and moms driven to eminence in the marketplace
Children led to strive for supremacy—lives crammed with ceaseless activity intended to insure superiority
Sucked into despair—broken hearts, shattered dreams
Is there no place of security and acceptance in this mind-numbing paralysis of competition?
We ourselves are lost…
to disregard of neighbors;
in meanness toward our fellows;
to proud disdain of decency;
in contempt of integrity;
to empty boastful words;
enslaved by affluence, primal desire, and domination.
In our confusion, we wander, disoriented, degenerate between the cracks of an inhospitable environment of our own making.
God of unfailing love and compassion,
You are our only help.
You alone can lighten the opaque.
Only You dissipate the muddle of the mind.
You regenerate the fractured soul.
God of all might and power –You who subdues every mastery in heaven and earth…
Frustrate the plans of wicked schemers;
Deploy defeat against our enemy;
Raise up righteous, faithful advocates for the oppressed;
Release the free flow of Your Life-Giving Spirit into the places for which we
But it is not only our children, our families and we; it is ME.
I carry the weight of involvement.
To echo Augustine, “Without God, (we) I cannot; without (us) me, God will not.”
Let my influence be one of blessing and encouragement.
Let me speak truth.
Let my mien convey Your regard toward those within my sphere.
Gracious Father, let us, your obedient servants, compass the distance to restore your wandering children, who are even now returning to you.
Ordained, Potomac Ministry Network
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.